7.24.2016: For You (Mystery Man Part 2)

For You

I’d never felt such primitive thoughts about any man before. The laptop was facing me and the cursor blinked as if the impatient flashes would inspire me to type something, anything. We’d talked since last Saturday when he’d played my body like the sweetest symphony, but the light chatter that didn’t give any insight into that night. I was dying here and he didn’t even know it.

I needed more of what had happened. I needed to breathe again. Did he know how he’d affected me? I took off my clothes and caressed each of my thighs. He’d done the same thing before he’d lowered his head between my…

Him: Why are you so quiet today?

Me: I’m not

Him: What’s on your mind?

I paused. You see, we didn’t talk about these things online. The last time when I’d agreed to meet him, he’d never mentioned any of the things that he’d done to me. He’d simply told me that he wanted to see me. I’d received an email on the day of with the details of how I would be displayed for his perusal. Sex was never discussed. But it wasn’t an issue because I wanted him and now he knows it. So how do I answer his question without discussing sex?

I typed a response but heard my friend’s voice loud and clear though she was many miles away. “Be bold.”

I held the delete key until the blank canvas stared back at me. How bold was bold? I held my breath and began typing.

Me: You.

Him: What about me?

Me: How much I want you again.

There was a long silence on his end that made me nervous. I exhaled and lifted my leg to caress it slowly. My skin was so aware of every graze and touch. I was sexually charged and even his quiet pondering aroused me. I trailed my finger along the edges of my already stiffened nipple. The light caresses only stirred it to tighten more. I inhaled sexual energy and exhaled everything else. My eyes closed to take in the sensations and a light ding prompted me to open them to see a box on the screen. He was asking me to activate my video. I should have hesitated. I should have said no. But he’d seen it all anyway. Tasted it too.

I accepted the request and as I expected access to his was denied.

Him: Good god you’re beautiful.

Since my microphone was also activated, I didn’t bother typing.

“Thank you.”

Him: Welcome. How does that feel?

I’d forgotten about the fact that I was teasing my nipples.

“Not as good as your hands.”

I pulled my nipples, between my fingers, away from my body. My back arched conveying just how good that felt. I closed my eyes for a second and let one of my hands travel between my legs. I was primed and ready and all it took was knowing that he was watching to push me into finishing what I’d started.

“I want to feel you inside of me.” I moaned while teasing just outside of my sex.

I heard a low grunt and turned toward the laptop. I turned up the volume and swore that I heard skin sliding over skin.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

Him: No.

The rhythm of the sound I’d heard sped up and I giggled. “You are!”

Silence.

It was too late. I knew that I affected him now and there was no going back. “You sounded so good.”

I knew I was baiting him and I didn’t care. I reached over and grabbed my vibrator. It was time that I gave back to him. Yes, I’d have an orgasm, but this show was all about him. I angled the laptop so that he could see both my hands and my face. Then I went to work. I parted my folds with the vibrator and slid it inside. I stroked slow and deep at first and as I grew more excited, it became hollow and faster, less precise.

I heard him fisting his cock again and I knew I was having the desired effect. I moved to his rhythm and even called out his name a few times. His breathing was heavy and the grunts were strangled as if he was holding back waiting for something. I glanced at the screen and saw that he was telling me to come for him. Who was I to refuse him?

I did and when the orgasm took over I heard his own moans and groans as he came as well. Was that my name he’d called just as he’d finished? I whined hoping my ears weren’t being deceptive. Even his damn orgasms were sexy. I giggled at how foolish my thoughts were and waited for him to calm. He panted a bit and I moved closer to the screen and blew him a kiss.

“Talk about sexy.” I murmured.

He laughed and it was music to my ears. It was the first time that I’d heard it and there were no regrets. Maybe we were on to something, you think?

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I'm Jade and I'm a closeted writer. I've been writing short stories and the likes since I was a young girl but kept all of those words for myself. I've been told a number of times that I write well and that I should publish. The thing is... you can't put yourself out there for that level of criticism unless you're ready. I had a small blog years ago but I failed to keep up with it because I wasn't as committed to my craft. Those days are long gone and here I am. It's take a while but I'm finally ready to make that leap.

I'm working on my first series that will include multiple books of a BDSM series. I write Erotica, Romance, Fantasy, Fantasy Romance, and other forms of Fiction. I also love to write Shorts. They can be as short as a bio of a person that I've seen or imagined to as long as a few chapters. I take creative inspiration from everything around me but I never use the source directly. For instance, if I see a blue bird singing in a tree by the time that my mind has come up with a story it be a black cat purring the same tune.

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I was born and raised in good old Cincinnati, OH but I love to travel and see new places. I have yet to travel outside of the US but I'm working on it. I don't have any biological children but you can't tell all my previously mentioned children that. Feel free to stick around to find out more about me because I'm sure there's a lot more.